I’d Be Writing About Growth on Instagram – If I Knew How to Do It

I wanted to have a little chat about Instagram today. I’ve had one before, and I’ve done a complete 180 on it, whoops. Ah… It’s a bloody love-hate relationship, isn’t it? As a platform, I adore it. Despite loving reading and writing, I’m a very visual person. I love being able to showcase my style through a portfolio of imagery. I love meeting new people (online, let’s not get crazy here) and finding new accounts to admire and support. But on the flip side of that, Instagram definitely doesn’t love me at times. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t really know why.

SHOP THE LOOK (or similar)

Hey Instagram, I Want Answers

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a ‘poor me’ post and I don’t want even a shred of sympathy. What I want is an answer. I was thinking about this the other day. So much so that I wrote an Instagram (fitting) caption about it, which I’ll go into in more detail here. I’m forever seeing the accounts around me growing and prospering. Whether that’s through hard work and hustle, pure luck, or cheating. And I’m really curious as to what deems someone ‘worthy’ of this? Worthy might be the wrong word, as I’d never place my value as a person on who I present myself as online. Yet still, Instagram makes up a large part of my interests and livelihood. So why does it seem so easy for some, and next to impossible for others? Is there a knack to it that I just don’t get, or is there something more?

Drive Over Ego

I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I actually love my Instagram. I love how far I’ve come content-wise, and how cohesive and consistent it looks (perfectionist problems). I’m aware that my content and I aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, yet still. I put in the work, and I love the result. With very little results, how do we progress? Luckily, I have enough sense to do it because I love it, and not for the bloody numbers. Numbers are nice, and it’s lovely to know that people enjoy your work as much as you do. They’re not the be-all-and-end-all, but I won’t lie and say they’re not important.

An End Point

I don’t know if this post is a rant, word vomit, or trying to figure it out. Maybe it’s a mix of all three, who knows? The point is that writing this post won’t deter me from creating and doing what I love. I guess I’m just putting it out there into the universe, to see if anyone else can relate and feels the same about it. Time will tell, I guess.